You would think after fifty some odd years on the planet that I would have figured out my mind is somewhat Abby Normal, quoting Marty Feldman from "Young Frankenstein", one of my favorite movies, the other classic scene being Marty saying, "walk this way" as he drags his limp leg up the steps and Gene Wilder copies. Aerosmith used the line.

Two gone this week, one more to go, because death always comes in threes. Why, I don't know, from experience, it just seems to happen that way. Old wives tales have truth, as I think about eternity. If you could put my previous post on the front page for Bill I would appreciate it Sus. Thanks.

Why I choose to be cryptic I have no idea, just the rhythm for the rhyme around the block in my mind. Looking forward to the day when circumvention becomes a straight line. At this point, don't really give a damn. I've done the work, spent my time staring into the abyss of the dark from my post in the light. Yin and Yang, the dark in the light, light in the dark, holding the vortex in space and time. Getting sucked through to the other side, popping out again, This side, that side, watching, freeing the trapped minds when I can with every transit. I volunteered, dumb fuck that I am. Thought that somehow holding light on the edge of the abyss would make a fucking difference.

Then I look at the state of man and woman. Lost...Right? Isn't that what the talking heads of the media pound into the brains of the unaware and even the knowing as they try to unwind the Gordian's knot of the subtleties of the Cabal intrusion into the mind? Don't you know that you're feeding them as you fight?

ASS as you fight, dissect and expose their lies you're still playing the game of their mind. Cincinnati scores a touchdown.

And I get sucked in. To the detritus of foching football. There really wasn't a point to this post, just a reflection, of the magnificent sphere that encompasses our world. Our experiment, that the bastards of races made of our lives. But what they cannot take, what they know of us, is minuscule. For they have not lived our lives. We will survive. We will get by. And their greatest fear, their greatest lie, is that. That we will survive. This beautiful, bountiful, wonderful planet, as she protects us, grows, expands, encompasses all who are here, destroys all plans that the tinkerers and their toys enjoyed while we were slaves.